"Cool, awesome,"
said the young man
in back of me
on the Coastal Starlight train.
While crossing the lagoon
at Moss Landing
he had arranged
by cell phone
—what else? "Hey, dude, what the fuck! Ohmygod!"—
a business lunch
for the next day.
The water of the lagoon
was a giant mirror:
gray, flat, reflective.

miles davis
kinda blue

Shining from shook foil
The Grandeur of God
Gerard Manley Hopkins

Talking about money
over lunch?

What a weak
and flabby thing
words have become
for the younger generation.
—Louis Martin